Saints And Sinners Poem by Shaun Cronick
Saints And Sinners
We everyday roll life's chancing dice,
Hoping it'll bestow each of us a lucky winner.
It doesn't really matter if you win or lose,
It only truly matters if you're a saint or sinner.
For only the saints roll seven and eleven,
And they're rewarded their place in Heaven.
But, for the sinners who in wanton evil excel,
Awaits permanent residence in the domain of Hell.
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